Level 55? Soul King?
Everyone except Dugu Yan and Xiao Wu let out cries of shock. Tang San in particular had assumed Lin Yang might have broken through to level 50. Yet unexpectedly, he was already at level 55 — a full twenty-three levels higher than him.
The two of them were only a single year apart in age, yet the gap between them had grown this vast. This was something no one could have imagined anywhere, but at this very moment, it stood right before their eyes.
Tang San desperately suppressed his rising thoughts, took a deep breath, twisted his right hand, and quietly summoned the Blue Silver Grass into his palm. Two yellow and one purple spirit ring slowly rose at his feet.
Lin Yang didn't even summon his martial soul. He simply stood there calmly.
From beginning to end, he had never taken Tang San seriously.
Even so, Tang San remained extremely cautious. His soul power was already far inferior to Lin Yang's, leaving almost no room for error. He had no choice but to be careful — extremely careful — and even more careful.
The first spirit ring lit up. He swung his hand and unleashed the first strike of "Binding of Mother."
Shhh——!
In an instant, dozens of thick Blue Silver Grass stalks burst from the ground and swarmed toward Lin Yang like venomous snakes.
But before they could even get close, a sharp golden force erupted and instantly shattered the Blue Silver Grass into dust.
What?!
Tang San gritted his teeth in silence. He couldn't even get close? Blue Silver Grass really was useless.
Defeated by fire, crushed by lightning, and now even an artifact martial soul couldn't match it.
As his cultivation advanced and he saw more top-tier martial souls, he felt more and more powerless against Blue Silver Grass.
Realizing that Blue Silver Grass was ineffective against Lin Yang, Tang San decisively changed tactics.
His palm gradually turned jade-green. His eyelids grew slightly heavy, and his eyes shifted to purple — clear proof that he had pushed the Purple Demon Eyes to their limit.
His hand hung down, and the gems on his belt lit up one after another.
Whoosh! Whoosh! —! Whoosh!
His hand danced nimbly like a butterfly flitting through flowers, his movements agile and swift. More than a dozen cold flashes shot from his fingertips, instantly flying toward Lin Yang and aiming for vital points — eyes, heart, throat, joints.
Xiao Wu noticed all of this and couldn't help but frown.
What flashy tricks were these?
Zhao Wuji beside her wore a slightly uneasy expression, recalling the losses he had once suffered from these very things.
They weren't particularly harmful, but their humiliating effect was extremely strong.
He just wasn't sure whether that kid Lin Yang could withstand them.
Lin Yang's lips curved downward, his tone carrying a hint of disappointment.
"Are these little gadgets the source of your confidence?"
As he spoke, he raised his right hand. A faint golden light covered his palm.
The metallic hidden weapons were silently pulled in, deviating from their original trajectories and gathering in his hand.
Seeing this, Tang San's eyes instantly exploded with rage.
His hidden weapons — his greatest trump card…
How was this possible?
Did Lin Yang really possess the ability to control metal?
Controlling metal wasn't an exaggeration. While not as useful as the Golden Domain, it was more than enough to handle iron-type hidden weapons.
Lin Yang raised his hand, clenched it hard, and crushed the scattered hidden weapons into a crude iron sword. He spun the sword casually and whispered,
"If you have no other means, then it's my turn!"
Ah, damn it!
Tang San's pupils contracted sharply. Without hesitation, he stomped on Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and retreated violently.
Moon's Breath · First Form · Dark Moon · Night Palace!
Lin Yang merely waved his hand lightly.
A massive crescent slash was instantly released.
At the same time, countless fragments of moonlight burst from the slash, drifting and spreading outward.
Like raindrops, the entire arena was instantly enveloped.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The stone-paved ground cracked instantly. Soil and rocks flew everywhere, and dust billowed.
Wherever the moonlight touched, countless cuts remained, carrying a faint frost and dark aura.
In that instant, everyone held their breath, their eyes filled with shock as they stared at Lin Yang.
Especially Yu Tianheng and Dai Mubai — imagining themselves in Tang San's position, they knew they wouldn't have been able to withstand that attack at all.
What shocked them even more was that this had been nothing more than a casual strike from Lin Yang.
Zhao Wuji's eyes widened. This kid…
Suddenly, as if remembering something, he slapped his thigh hard.
Ah, damn it!
Tang San's background was far from simple. If he really died here, the entire academy would fall into a serious crisis.
Just as Zhao Wuji stood up, a faint figure appeared within the dust.
Yu Tianheng was stunned. Had Tang San blocked it?
When the dust settled, everyone finally saw Tang San standing there, covered in blood and countless wounds.
Seeing Tang San's figure on the verge of collapse, Zhao Wuji's expression changed dramatically and he shouted furiously,
"Help him!"
Lin Yang watched coldly and made no move to stop.
He hadn't intended to kill Tang San, but the moment he attacked, an extremely subtle killing intent had already been directed at him.
When you strike the young, the old will naturally come.
In other words, defeating Tang San was only the beginning.
The real highlight was yet to come.
With that thought, Lin Yang took a deep breath, his gaze deepening.
He also wanted to confirm exactly how much power the former Clear Sky Douluo, who once dominated the continent, still possessed.
Just as Zhao Wuji and the others were frantically trying to carry Tang San away, a faint transmission of soul power reached Xiao Wu's ears.
"Run!"
Even after hearing Zhao Wuji's voice, Xiao Wu's expression remained unchanged.
In truth, with her intelligence, she already knew what she would face next.
Even if her account got banned, what difference would it make?
She would stay by Lin Yang's side even if it meant death.
Lin Yang turned toward Xiao Wu, a faint, helpless smile on his face.
"We should leave now. We might not be welcome here anymore."
"Then let's go," Xiao Wu replied without hesitation.
The three quickly left Shrek. Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing stood there in a daze.
Without any examiners, what would happen to the entrance exam?
Did they even need to attend this school anymore?
Zhu Zhuqing watched Lin Yang and the others depart, a flash of surprise in her dark eyes. After a moment of hesitation, she ultimately did not give chase.
Lin Yang and the other two drove the carriage along the official road. They had traveled dozens of miles, yet there was still no sign of anyone around. Suddenly...
"Brat!"
A low, hoarse voice suddenly rang in the three's ears.
Lin Yang stopped the carriage and turned his gaze toward the depths of the forest ahead, his pupils slightly contracting.
A tall figure slowly emerged from the forest.
The figure wore a tattered black robe and looked every bit like a beggar no matter how one looked at him.
Yet this beggar's steps carried a calm majesty, as if saying, "Who else is there?"
His heavy footsteps were neither fast nor slow, but each step struck directly at their hearts.
Shhh!
A suffocating pressure like a tsunami crashed down on them, overwhelming them the moment this figure arrived.
In that instant, the surrounding air felt as though it had completely frozen.
Under the terrifying pressure, the old horse let out a terrified neigh — it was genuinely scared to death.
Inside the carriage, Xiao Wu's face turned slightly pale.
But Dugu Yan stared in shock at the disheveled middle-aged man before her.
This kind of aura was even stronger than her grandfather's. He was undoubtedly a Titled Douluo.
But… why would a Titled Douluo be targeting them?
Lin Yang narrowed his eyes, his expression solemn.
Tang Hao, Clear Sky Douluo!
As expected, he had appeared.
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